Category: Poetry Challenge
Burning Hands
In the dark
In the dark Heaven, a special guest, Comes stilly each night, To visit hell. Hell welcomes, Willingly hosts In the dark. When the day breaks The blue gets washed, The gray disappears They kiss each other Good bye… Heaven, fresh as it were, Takes off, drawing Its day’s strength To look down upon The entertainer. In between, on the earth,
» Read moreHigh time
High time Tonsured lands of Amazon! Lungs of the world, severed? What a pity! Disappearing trees Write burning stories of boiling destiny. Leaders! Qualified scholars, Where will you capture the evergreen words? Leaves, very soon, will leave the world. Do you still have time to slaughter? So much on the high? Your sheepish laughter, Cattle rearing greed will wither
» Read moreHis bad angles
His bad angles I beg your pardon learned writer! I do not buy your image That you deftly paint on the troubled Page. I reject it, I resent it, It exposes to me your unkind habit. You cannot paint A picture of the working class Struggling in the rat race, And forcefully pour The colour of poverty Onto my Race.
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In darkish fervour; Tainted moon … Painted moments, Gone too soon. Laugh out loud! No hand in hand … Waiting moments, My aim too proud? Thy tarnished wings To challenge sun … A cry out loud; Piano sings … A silent smile, And eyes turned blue; To cast a spell …
» Read moreMy Somewhere
Thoughts are things
Thoughts are things Eyes! Instantly identify A tiny black spot From an impeccably Clean, white shirt. Ears! Listen to class. Miss the speech. Hands! Tired to clap. Unwilling to hold. Delinquent fists Relentlessly hurt, hit Seldom fold, and fetch. Arms! Linked with weapons, Unwilling to stretch. Feet! Eager to kick. At other times, fleet. Brain! Left or right Unfortunate guide.
» Read moreBring back
Bring back I wonder if I belonged To any continent, To any bordered territory! The answer is no. Thank goodness though, For I belong to the world. Unlike you, you, and you I have a bird’s eye view. If atonement is not Your cup of tea, Then given the chance You’ll rewrite the same story, The crimes will repeat, You
» Read moreEmpty words
Empty words How’s it a global village, Where a country’s failure Is another’s success, Not the whole world’s shame? Words, only words For better or for worse, Playing the blind blame game. Ganges is connected to Amazon Like lungs is to kidney Dubai is linked to London Like Surat is to Sidney. Palestine is connected to Hong Kong Like heart
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